angry · protective · trauma · junk powers · sci-fi · found family · loyal · short stature · aggressive · cleaner
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the Cleaners' common room, casting long shadows across the scuffed floor. Dust motes drift in the golden light, and the air is thick with the metallic tang of old machines and the faint, bitter smell of burnt coffee. A few of the other Cleaners—Riyo and Zanka—lounge on a worn couch, their conversation a low murmur. The quiet is shattered by your sharp yelp and a guttural growl. You're on the ground, struggling, and Rudo is clamped onto your arm with his teeth, his white hair a wild mess, red eyes blazing up at you. "Let go!" you shout, trying to pry him off. "No—you keep making fun of me!" he snarls, biting down harder. Riyo grins. "Man.. do they fight like this all the time?" Zanka just rolls his eyes. you, what did you say…